Look at 46 thinking they're chill
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Friday, February 25, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
RUTHERFORD!
HIIII so legitimately 2 minutes ago i got off the phone with RUTH after playing phone tag with her for weeks! i got all of our 46 questions answered for the most part. first of all she definitely misses our semester SO FREAKING MUCH and she says that everyone is really chatty there. they go on wilderness trips next week and she is going to go to ITALY FOR A WEEK WITH JESSE!! (can you hear the wedding bells?!) i told her if they get married she has to invite all of us! they are close to picking a new head of school and it looks like it's gonna be a man! she applied for a masters school in maine for next year so lucky you maine folks. some of the kids in 46 are still trying to figure out ways to "push the boundaries" and they "haven't figured out that they don't need to fight authority all the time" so sounds like a rough start. the girl from my school who is there is her advisor which is weird. i am trying to remember everything else but once again my mind is failing me :( the general feeling i got from the call was that both semesters are really different and not in a good or bad way but it sounds like they miss us all terribly and we were their favorite ;) OH THEY HAVE A DIFFERENT PURPLE STEW THANK GOD THEY DON'T SING IT! she sang it to me and it is about donkeys, im pretty sure we sang it at one random OAP but thank god they don't have purple stew! their donkey song is definitely not as catchy or as delicious as ours! that's it for now i love and miss each and everyone of you
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHA'BEAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Spur of the moment visit
Hey you guys,
Yesterday I happened to be in Bath and had more time than I thought I was going to so i convinced my dad to let me go visit the Wonk! It was amazing, I missed everyone so much. I recently got my hair cut super duper short and it took the majority of people a moment to recognize me. I think Adam had the funniest responce. He saw me get out of my car in the parking lot behind the dining hall and he was up at the top of the hill by the adirondacks and just stood there with an incredibly confused look on his face as I charged up the hill at top speed, nearly falling flat on my face repeatedly and excitedly yelling his name.
I got there part way through last period and burst into PSniff's class. The first thing I heard was "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" from Lyllie, the girl whose there from my school right now. Then Peter turned around and said hello then told me to stop interupting and Ruth hopped off the counter by the hood where she was sitting and adorable Ruth that she is gave me a big hug =] I talked quickly with Ruth and then was once again reminded that they were in class and I had to leave, so I ran up stairs to go bother Marjolaine and her french class! I got a big hug from her too and we chatted in the hallway while her class took a quiz. Finally she remembered that she was supposed to be teaching or something ridiculous like that so I told her I'd see her later and went down the hall to go bother everyone's favorite Scotsman. I peaked my head in and Scot also took a minute to recognize me with my short hair. We briefly talked about the differences between history at Waynflete and history at Chewonki, while talking over the very loud requests of two girls for me to take the quiz for them (I'm not really sure why I would be able to do any better at it than them...). Then I went and saw Ben Redman and he asked if I wanted to sit in on math and I politely declined (grr math) and that was it for folks in that building.
Sooooooooo, I headed over to the dining hall! There I payed a hearty hello to the kitchen crew (Bill and Matt were there) and snagging a banana and some tasty bread sat down at a table with Leah! We had a brief chat (I was sort of maybe interupting a meeting...) about why I was there, how school was going, my hair cut (Shes not a fan) and of course Outreach. I then ran to said Outreach Lab and gave metaphorical hugs and kisses (not really cause I'd either a) crush the animal b) get a disease or c) get eaten/mauled) to all of my wonderful animal friends. With that done it was a trip to the farm where I met two new students (one of whom is a friend of Laura's. I don't remember his name but apparently he dated one of your friends? /Shrug) and helped sweep up while talking with Megan and farm Adam. Unfortunately Jeremy was not there BUT NEVER FEAR! He was on the lower field behind SoHo doin' some wood work. This was actually perfect, cause it gave me the idea to go visit the cabin which I otherwise probably wouldn't have done. I saw Jeremy (Hes as cool as ever). We talked about The Gunsling by Steven King because he asked what I was reading in English. Turns out he read it when he was a junior although not for a class. Go figure.
So I went into my cabin. There were a couple of weird things about that. The first was that there are now EIGHT guys in our lovely South Hall, so the bunkbeds had to actually be used or something like that. The second was The SoHo Creed, as scribed by the brilliant Walker Conyngham has been maliciously painted over extremely poorly with red paint. I was angry. The final and most shocking of all how ever is that my bed is now a wood storage closet. That was an event (although very inventive and chewonki spirited of the new guys) that I was not prepared for and it struck me to the core... for about four seconds. The new SoHo Bros are pretty chill, although they don't come close to comparing to the marvelous 45ers. I didn't meet any Binacle-ites because everyone was getting ready to go play snow slaughterball so they were in their cabins changing. They've never played slaughterball before and someone asked if they should wear snow pants. I cracked up at that and cryptically told them definetly, they'd be on the ground a lot.
Having completed my examination of my home I ran up to the quad to go see Anika as she gathered people for OAP. I managed to sneak up behind her and stood next to her without anouncing myself. She screamed and gave me a huge hug as soon as she looked over at me (the hair cut didn't fool her for a second, although shes not a big fan of it either). The first thing she said to me was "Are you happy?", well after lots of screaming and half finished Oh my god-esque phrases. She walked me to the CEE and we had a really nice long chat, it was great. She was one of the people I needed to see the most and she was by far the most excited to see me, if really made me feel the Chewonki love <3
Unfortunately it was then time for me to leave, but I could leave with a huge grin on my face. One last thing, the majority of the girls in 46 are REALLY loud and over excited about everything and chatty and yelly. It was rather overwhelming, I don't even know what they were saying the majority of my short interactions with them. Ruth agrees with me on that, she says the type of people and the semester dynamic is ridiculously different this semester (I forgot to mention I talked to her again in the dining hall) and that it was really disconcerting for her at first having them be so different from us. She sends her love to each and everyone of you.
Well that concludes my long, rambling, poorly written, in depth explanation of my visit to the holy land. I love and miss you all, hopefully I'll be able to visit you all soon. Hope everything is going well, cheers,
Eric
Yesterday I happened to be in Bath and had more time than I thought I was going to so i convinced my dad to let me go visit the Wonk! It was amazing, I missed everyone so much. I recently got my hair cut super duper short and it took the majority of people a moment to recognize me. I think Adam had the funniest responce. He saw me get out of my car in the parking lot behind the dining hall and he was up at the top of the hill by the adirondacks and just stood there with an incredibly confused look on his face as I charged up the hill at top speed, nearly falling flat on my face repeatedly and excitedly yelling his name.
I got there part way through last period and burst into PSniff's class. The first thing I heard was "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" from Lyllie, the girl whose there from my school right now. Then Peter turned around and said hello then told me to stop interupting and Ruth hopped off the counter by the hood where she was sitting and adorable Ruth that she is gave me a big hug =] I talked quickly with Ruth and then was once again reminded that they were in class and I had to leave, so I ran up stairs to go bother Marjolaine and her french class! I got a big hug from her too and we chatted in the hallway while her class took a quiz. Finally she remembered that she was supposed to be teaching or something ridiculous like that so I told her I'd see her later and went down the hall to go bother everyone's favorite Scotsman. I peaked my head in and Scot also took a minute to recognize me with my short hair. We briefly talked about the differences between history at Waynflete and history at Chewonki, while talking over the very loud requests of two girls for me to take the quiz for them (I'm not really sure why I would be able to do any better at it than them...). Then I went and saw Ben Redman and he asked if I wanted to sit in on math and I politely declined (grr math) and that was it for folks in that building.
Sooooooooo, I headed over to the dining hall! There I payed a hearty hello to the kitchen crew (Bill and Matt were there) and snagging a banana and some tasty bread sat down at a table with Leah! We had a brief chat (I was sort of maybe interupting a meeting...) about why I was there, how school was going, my hair cut (Shes not a fan) and of course Outreach. I then ran to said Outreach Lab and gave metaphorical hugs and kisses (not really cause I'd either a) crush the animal b) get a disease or c) get eaten/mauled) to all of my wonderful animal friends. With that done it was a trip to the farm where I met two new students (one of whom is a friend of Laura's. I don't remember his name but apparently he dated one of your friends? /Shrug) and helped sweep up while talking with Megan and farm Adam. Unfortunately Jeremy was not there BUT NEVER FEAR! He was on the lower field behind SoHo doin' some wood work. This was actually perfect, cause it gave me the idea to go visit the cabin which I otherwise probably wouldn't have done. I saw Jeremy (Hes as cool as ever). We talked about The Gunsling by Steven King because he asked what I was reading in English. Turns out he read it when he was a junior although not for a class. Go figure.
So I went into my cabin. There were a couple of weird things about that. The first was that there are now EIGHT guys in our lovely South Hall, so the bunkbeds had to actually be used or something like that. The second was The SoHo Creed, as scribed by the brilliant Walker Conyngham has been maliciously painted over extremely poorly with red paint. I was angry. The final and most shocking of all how ever is that my bed is now a wood storage closet. That was an event (although very inventive and chewonki spirited of the new guys) that I was not prepared for and it struck me to the core... for about four seconds. The new SoHo Bros are pretty chill, although they don't come close to comparing to the marvelous 45ers. I didn't meet any Binacle-ites because everyone was getting ready to go play snow slaughterball so they were in their cabins changing. They've never played slaughterball before and someone asked if they should wear snow pants. I cracked up at that and cryptically told them definetly, they'd be on the ground a lot.
Having completed my examination of my home I ran up to the quad to go see Anika as she gathered people for OAP. I managed to sneak up behind her and stood next to her without anouncing myself. She screamed and gave me a huge hug as soon as she looked over at me (the hair cut didn't fool her for a second, although shes not a big fan of it either). The first thing she said to me was "Are you happy?", well after lots of screaming and half finished Oh my god-esque phrases. She walked me to the CEE and we had a really nice long chat, it was great. She was one of the people I needed to see the most and she was by far the most excited to see me, if really made me feel the Chewonki love <3
Unfortunately it was then time for me to leave, but I could leave with a huge grin on my face. One last thing, the majority of the girls in 46 are REALLY loud and over excited about everything and chatty and yelly. It was rather overwhelming, I don't even know what they were saying the majority of my short interactions with them. Ruth agrees with me on that, she says the type of people and the semester dynamic is ridiculously different this semester (I forgot to mention I talked to her again in the dining hall) and that it was really disconcerting for her at first having them be so different from us. She sends her love to each and everyone of you.
Well that concludes my long, rambling, poorly written, in depth explanation of my visit to the holy land. I love and miss you all, hopefully I'll be able to visit you all soon. Hope everything is going well, cheers,
Eric
Monday, February 21, 2011
HELLO EVERYONE!
my depression has just begun because all the visitors from this weekend have just left :(
and what a chewonki filled weekend this was!
thursday night my sister started her gordy reunion and 5 out of 8 showed up at our house!
friday night i picked up catherine (aka notorious N.U.G.) from her tv hell at her god parent's house and we met up with lily for dinner! then we went to schwabby's house for her ever so hipster house party. and tyler joined us after one of his many downtown dinners. it was oodles of fun and we met 2 semester 44 people who were super nice! one of the girls plays the saw? after a night of drunk tricycle driving by catherine, we all cuddled in anna's bed and fell asleep. the next morning we got our 'lil taste of atlanta! katie rush hit nyc! and from then on we hit all of ny and just incase she was sick of the georgia heat, it was fucking freezing. later that night we bonded for what seemed like half of semester 43 and it was a great time. as we were traveling this weekend, we had a BRILLIANT idea: senior summer (aka next summer) we all rent a house or even better go to someone's already owned house and just spend the summer wonking it out and since we are telling you a year in advance, there are no excuses not to come! bwahaha. last night we called up adam and he was actually checking in ranch house as we spoke to him! (good thing he never answered phone calls when he was checking us in!) i'm pretty sure this is the shittiest blog post ever and there is tons more that we did tonight but i just can't remember right now for i am exhausted. I JUST MISS YOU ALL LIKE CRAZY AND WE NEED TO ALL GET TOGETHER ASAP (common ground fair next year? yes.)
get ready for noah stone to hit nyc next weekend!
much love,
corey
PS HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIOVANNA!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
mooo
those weird symbols at the bottom were supposed to be cows.... oop oop.
check dis out:
http://www.ortech-engr.com/pecans/cows.html
sup from lakechill
HELLLOOOOOO CHEWONKIIIIIIIII
Charlotte and Nicole here- reporting from the Hotchkiss School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Life in Connecticut sucks, to put it bluntly.
There is wayy too much snow (well, for Nicole anyway... Charlotte seems to like it), it's wayy too much darkness.... and WAYY not enough WONK. We MISS YOU GUYS!!!
So far, we've spent our time back here hiding in our rooms, listening to the Avett Bros/Tallest Man, and knitting.
Chabeal has been playing an excellent season of hockey (record of 3 wins-8 losses....nice.), while Nicole has been attempting to exercise (yeah, that's right KatieR) and achieved her goal of 2 MILES woohoo!...soon she'll be running with Fran and Tyler!
On Valentine's Day, we had a headmaster's holiday (surprise day off of school)- Charlotte did some hardcore drinking (of tea) while Nicole injured herself on a razor scooter (skillzzzzz).
The silly teachers of Crotchkiss continue to try to shove silly college poop down our throats- as we wonkers decide to "screw society!" and make plans to skip college/ farm together.
andd speaking of farming- we have both signed up to FARM as our sport in the spring!! We're trying to keep our Chewonki roots (no pun intended) close to our hearts as we endure bitter Connecticut.
Hopefully things will improve with better weather.
Some happier points-
-We are both in the same spanish class this semester and are owning the class (but we reaally really miss nuestra familia de espanol 5--- even the angsty teenager/aunt that nobody likes)
-Chabeal just saw the biebs movie- and (shamefully) recommends the film to all those who are fans
-Nicole might be moving to italy maybe? (let's plan the next reunion for euro-clubbing in Rome)
......yep. that's about all we can think of.
Hope this wasn't too depressing!!!
MISS YOU TONS!!
LOVE YA'LL
(we have to go because Chabeal needs to jamp.)
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Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Down with LePage
Do you guys remember how a bunch of people at Chewonki were angry in early November when Governor LePage got elected? I just got this email from the Natural Resources Council of Maine (yeah, I networked at the Common Ground Fair. What of it?) and now I understand why...
[you should all join to stop him!!!]
As I write to you, an all-out assault on Maine’s environment has begun. On January 24th, 2011, Maine’s newly elected Governor, Paul LePage, announced aggressive plans to gut safeguards for Maine’s land, air, water, and human health. We must keep this from happening. You can help by joining the Natural Resources Council of Maine. For 50 years, we have been the most effective member-supported group working to keep Maine, Maine. And we’re not about to back down now. Like you, we know and care deeply about what’s at stake. Governor LePage's anti-environmental positions are the most extreme that I have ever heard from an elected official in Maine. Just how severe is his view? His plans would:
Governor LePage’s 64-point document would roll back decades of work protecting Maine’s environment — safeguards NRCM helped put in place with the concerned people of Maine. Where are these proposed rollbacks coming from? A recent report revealed undeniable proof — tracking codes on circulated documents — tying the Governor’s wish list to corporate lobbyists with direct ties to out-of-state industries and trade groups with much to gain. Please help us in our work to ensure natural resources protections remain solidly in place. Please join the Natural Resources Council of Maine today. Sincerely, |
Thursday, February 10, 2011
how many do you still know?
dedicated to Adeline, a kind grandmother.
Eastern White Pine (Pinus strobus)
White Ash (Fraxinus americana)
Balsam Fir (Abies balsamea)
Red Oak (Quercus rubra)
Red Spruce (Picea rubens)
Pitch Pine (Pinus rigida)
Dog Whelk (Thais lapillus)
Common Periwinkle (Littorina littorea)
Rough Periwinkle (Littorina saxatilis)
Northern Yellow or Smooth Periwinkle (Littorina obtuscata)
Blue Mussel (Mytilus edulis)
Knotted Wrack (Ascophyllum nodosum)
Bladder Wrack (Fucus vesiculosis)
Rockweed (Fucus spiralis)
Irish Moss (Chondrus crispus)
Goldenrod (Solidago rugosa)
Raspberry (Rubus idaeus)
Staghorn Sumac (Rhus hirta)
Common apple (Malus sylvestris)
American Beach Grass (Ammophila breviligulata)
Beach Pea (Lathyrus japonicus)
Salt Spray (Beach) Rose (Rosa rugsa)
Pasture Rose (Rosa carolina)
Beach Heather (Hudsonia tomentosa)
Bayberry (Myrica pensylvanica)
Yellow Birch (Betula alleghaniensis)
Gray Birch (Betula populifolia)
White or Paper Birch (Betula papyrifera)
Red Maple (Acer rubrum)
Striped Maple (Acer penslyvanicum)
Black Grass (Juncus gerardii) -- rush
Bulrush (Scirpus cyperinus) -- sedge
Cordgrass (Spartina alternaflora) -- grass
Salt marsh hay (Spartina patens) – --grass
Common Juniper (Juniperus communis)
Maritime Sunburst Lichen (Xanthoria parientina)
Seaside Plantain (Plantago maritima)
White Oak (Quercus alba)
American Beech (Fagus grandifolia)
Eastern Hemlock (Tsuga canadensis)
Abor Vitae (Thuja occidentalis) -- cedar genus
Sphagnum Moss (Sphagnum spp.)
Pitcher plant (Saracenia purpurea)
Leatherleaf (Chamaedaphne calyculata)
Tamarack (Larix laricina)
Black Spruce (Picea mariana)
Black Cherry (Prunus serotina)
Red Pine (Pinus resinosa)
Quaking Aspen (Populous Tremuloides)
Snowy Egret (Leucophoyx thula thula)
Greater Yellow Legs (Tringa melanoleuca)
Common Eider (Somateria mollissima)
Double Crested Cormorant (Phalacrocorax auritus)
Herring Gull (Larus argentatus)
Ring-billed Gull
American Goldfinch
Phoebe
Yellow-rumped Warbler
Song Sparrow
American Robin
Hermit Thrush
White-breasted nuthatch
Black-capped chickadee
Tufted titmouse
Tree Swallow
Bluejay
American Crow
Hairy Woodpecker
Downy Woodpecker
Common Tern
Black Duck
Red-breasted merganser
Common Eider
Great Blue Herron
Snowy Egret
American Loon
Sunday, February 6, 2011
americano... mui buenos
"commo tay llamos, mays ameegos?"
Thought I'd share a little video that I've watched about 20 times recently. Some of you may have seen it already, but it's SO GOOD/catchy. I'm gonna do this whenever we have another talent show - any takers for the other position?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iANRO3I30nM
I hope all of you are doing well after what may have been a rough week with 46 starting and everything. It was definitely hard for me, too, but Nicole came to visit me this weekend and it put me in an incredibly happy mood going into this week. We had a really great time reppin' it in ATL, and I hope many more of you can visit sometime soon! I'm working on getting my parents to let me come up north towards the end of March, so I'll keep all you guys posted so I can mooch off of your beds.
Let's try to charge forward into this week with good attitudes and excitement for the little things that make life worthwhile. A nice and cheesy ending to my blog post! But seriously I've found that finding little things to get excited about every day (i.e. seeing my breath fog up in the cold air; eating vegetables; listening to the tallest man on earth on the way to school; jamping after meals) has really helped make the days at home easier and protect that every-important flame of Chewonki spirit that Eloise so eloquently described.
To conclude, please enjoy this image of a turtle eating a strawberry.
Thought I'd share a little video that I've watched about 20 times recently. Some of you may have seen it already, but it's SO GOOD/catchy. I'm gonna do this whenever we have another talent show - any takers for the other position?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iANRO3I30nM
I hope all of you are doing well after what may have been a rough week with 46 starting and everything. It was definitely hard for me, too, but Nicole came to visit me this weekend and it put me in an incredibly happy mood going into this week. We had a really great time reppin' it in ATL, and I hope many more of you can visit sometime soon! I'm working on getting my parents to let me come up north towards the end of March, so I'll keep all you guys posted so I can mooch off of your beds.
Let's try to charge forward into this week with good attitudes and excitement for the little things that make life worthwhile. A nice and cheesy ending to my blog post! But seriously I've found that finding little things to get excited about every day (i.e. seeing my breath fog up in the cold air; eating vegetables; listening to the tallest man on earth on the way to school; jamping after meals) has really helped make the days at home easier and protect that every-important flame of Chewonki spirit that Eloise so eloquently described.
To conclude, please enjoy this image of a turtle eating a strawberry.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
sold my soul to the osprey, celebratory chard to be had by all!
this is the most beautiful chard that i have ever seen. the 'five color silverbeet', alter ego rainbow chard, is a fine heirloom vegetable. these sturdy plants grow upright providing bountiful harvest of thick, juicy, tender stalks and succulent leaves. they'll also do your homework. wow chard is the best.
Friday, February 4, 2011
MUST SEE!
i know i'm really livin' it up on the blog these days but i just have so many links to share with you all! so if that last video made you cry, this link is sure to make your day better.
http://foodporndaily.com/
ps. don't be turned away by the name of the website.....trust me it's worth it.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Worst two days of my life
Thursday February 3rd
This last two days have been unbearably hard for me. Yesterday just hit me so hard all of a sudden. Know that there is a new semester inhabiting Chewonki Neck... A place all of us consider to be home. How weird? How strange? How quick? I hate the thought that someone else's laughter is filling the air, and our is no longer present. The thought that each time they enter their cabins... they're bringing in sand from their own semester. Our cooties, dirt, and trash has all been cleaned out and it no longer has a place at Chewonki. I guess this happens a lot in life. We loose things. Things that we happen to hold so dear, so much that it is easy to come by, sometimes without notice. It wasn't until yesterday when I got hit with a lot of things. All of the laughter and fun we all had, even the tiny fragments, have the biggest place in my heart. Being at a place where that is so common, learning how to live a life full of memories and joy, not taking anything for granted, I was still sadly able to. In those small moments, the common became nothing special, it - in itself was amazing, but I wouldn't have known its true power until after I left campus. Although much of us is gone from Chewonki, our presence will always be there. There will never, ever be a semester quite like 45. We are so special, and everything about us is just so unique and inspiring. We have the power to change the world, to look ahead into a bright future where our bonds grow even stronger, and our faith grows, like the wings on a bird flying thousands and thousands of miles. Like the last part of my Chewonki blog "I am going to leave Chewonki, knowing I have the power to make a difference, knowing that each and every one of my thoughts, which may or may not agree with everyone else’s, will be heard and have an impact. I leave here knowing that I have the power to change something that I may not believe in, to change something that has been oppressing our society for many years. I’ll leave here knowing that I have connected with each student and faculty member on some of the deepest levels I have ever experienced in my life, forming bonds that would otherwise take a lifetime."
Now, for my shitty day. Aside from the nostalgia.
I had my DCL competition today which is where every school competes against each other.
I decided to go home for two hours, because I had two blocks free and I wasn't feeling very well. I wanted to rest and eat lunch before my meet. I drove home, thinking my brother would be there to let me in see as my house key fell off my car keys. My brother wasn't there. I had to break in. I stood in 4 feet of show, broke through the window, ate lunch and rested. I panicked thinking that someone might have saw me break in, and might try and do it when I leave. I then proceeded to lock and secure every window and door. I left the house to go back to school with 5 minutes remaining until next period started. (It was the first day of second semester, it was crucial that I arrived on time). I left my car keys inside.... I HAD TO BREAK IN AGAIN. The only way I could possibly do this, seeing as all the doors and windows were locked, was through the basement door. This was unlocked, but completely covered in ice. I took the shovel and broke off all the ice, in the process of doing this, I broke the shovel. Oh, not to mention the door handle just completely fell off. I drove to school, yes I was late. KILL ME.
After last period got out, I was driving my car from the student parking lot to my pool's parking lot. Literally around 100 feet. In those 100 feet, I get into a car accident. Someone hits my car... Good thing there was no damage, but I was pissed!
I get into the meet, have my warm-up and such, and dive like poop. I dove so badly. I had only lost to 1 of the boys diving at this competition, meaning second should have been mine. Well, it wasn't because I scored 2 points lower on each dive. Which, int he end has a HUGE difference. It was really obnoxious because people kept telling me I did really well and that they were extremely impressed. That got me more angry, what would they think if I actually did do my best?! Which was so much better?!
Anyway... I was so angry, and I went home from the meet for around a half hour. From there I left to go to a psych dinner and dye/shave party for the swimmers. On my way there I was driving on a clear road, well on my side. The other side was jam packed with cars headed for the rotary. This one car was backing out of their driveway in the middle of two huge suv's making their way to the rotary. I obviously couldn't see them so I had to slam on my breaks. My car kept saying "your sliding, your sliding" for about two hundred feet. I came nearly 1 inch from hitting the car, had to do an evasive maneuver, and hit a snow bank. Then my car gets stuck in the snow.
COOL.
There was a pattern here... Weird... Second day of semester 46, two car accidents, two break-ins, two points lower per dive
P.S I ended up coming in 6th out of 18th in the meet, but I have two left!
If you guys are ever having a terrible day like me, watch this video. I peed laughing... literally... like really
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8UDVmmFvyQ
Miss you guys so so so much.
Much love xoxoxox,
Nick
This last two days have been unbearably hard for me. Yesterday just hit me so hard all of a sudden. Know that there is a new semester inhabiting Chewonki Neck... A place all of us consider to be home. How weird? How strange? How quick? I hate the thought that someone else's laughter is filling the air, and our is no longer present. The thought that each time they enter their cabins... they're bringing in sand from their own semester. Our cooties, dirt, and trash has all been cleaned out and it no longer has a place at Chewonki. I guess this happens a lot in life. We loose things. Things that we happen to hold so dear, so much that it is easy to come by, sometimes without notice. It wasn't until yesterday when I got hit with a lot of things. All of the laughter and fun we all had, even the tiny fragments, have the biggest place in my heart. Being at a place where that is so common, learning how to live a life full of memories and joy, not taking anything for granted, I was still sadly able to. In those small moments, the common became nothing special, it - in itself was amazing, but I wouldn't have known its true power until after I left campus. Although much of us is gone from Chewonki, our presence will always be there. There will never, ever be a semester quite like 45. We are so special, and everything about us is just so unique and inspiring. We have the power to change the world, to look ahead into a bright future where our bonds grow even stronger, and our faith grows, like the wings on a bird flying thousands and thousands of miles. Like the last part of my Chewonki blog "I am going to leave Chewonki, knowing I have the power to make a difference, knowing that each and every one of my thoughts, which may or may not agree with everyone else’s, will be heard and have an impact. I leave here knowing that I have the power to change something that I may not believe in, to change something that has been oppressing our society for many years. I’ll leave here knowing that I have connected with each student and faculty member on some of the deepest levels I have ever experienced in my life, forming bonds that would otherwise take a lifetime."
Now, for my shitty day. Aside from the nostalgia.
I had my DCL competition today which is where every school competes against each other.
I decided to go home for two hours, because I had two blocks free and I wasn't feeling very well. I wanted to rest and eat lunch before my meet. I drove home, thinking my brother would be there to let me in see as my house key fell off my car keys. My brother wasn't there. I had to break in. I stood in 4 feet of show, broke through the window, ate lunch and rested. I panicked thinking that someone might have saw me break in, and might try and do it when I leave. I then proceeded to lock and secure every window and door. I left the house to go back to school with 5 minutes remaining until next period started. (It was the first day of second semester, it was crucial that I arrived on time). I left my car keys inside.... I HAD TO BREAK IN AGAIN. The only way I could possibly do this, seeing as all the doors and windows were locked, was through the basement door. This was unlocked, but completely covered in ice. I took the shovel and broke off all the ice, in the process of doing this, I broke the shovel. Oh, not to mention the door handle just completely fell off. I drove to school, yes I was late. KILL ME.
After last period got out, I was driving my car from the student parking lot to my pool's parking lot. Literally around 100 feet. In those 100 feet, I get into a car accident. Someone hits my car... Good thing there was no damage, but I was pissed!
I get into the meet, have my warm-up and such, and dive like poop. I dove so badly. I had only lost to 1 of the boys diving at this competition, meaning second should have been mine. Well, it wasn't because I scored 2 points lower on each dive. Which, int he end has a HUGE difference. It was really obnoxious because people kept telling me I did really well and that they were extremely impressed. That got me more angry, what would they think if I actually did do my best?! Which was so much better?!
Anyway... I was so angry, and I went home from the meet for around a half hour. From there I left to go to a psych dinner and dye/shave party for the swimmers. On my way there I was driving on a clear road, well on my side. The other side was jam packed with cars headed for the rotary. This one car was backing out of their driveway in the middle of two huge suv's making their way to the rotary. I obviously couldn't see them so I had to slam on my breaks. My car kept saying "your sliding, your sliding" for about two hundred feet. I came nearly 1 inch from hitting the car, had to do an evasive maneuver, and hit a snow bank. Then my car gets stuck in the snow.
COOL.
There was a pattern here... Weird... Second day of semester 46, two car accidents, two break-ins, two points lower per dive
P.S I ended up coming in 6th out of 18th in the meet, but I have two left!
If you guys are ever having a terrible day like me, watch this video. I peed laughing... literally... like really
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8UDVmmFvyQ
Miss you guys so so so much.
Much love xoxoxox,
Nick
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Most Depressing Day of the Year
FUCK! As we all know, Semester 46 began today. I'm sure we have all had this date on our calendars, dreading its arrival. Well it's here. And not only is it here, but the whole semester isn't even there yet. (please lets drag this out longer). Nick had an anger attack tonight when he realized that some other person is in his bed tonight. God this sucks. Not only do we have to imagine all the things that could be going on at Chewonki right now, stalking any pictures that appear, to make matters worse.....there is a video. My sister found this and i'm pretty sure it's spreading throughout Chewonki alumni like wildfire so i figured i would share it with you guys. Beware it is probably going to be emotional (my sister and sarah hemphill have already shared some tears) so i'm sorry if i have ruined your guys' nights but i just wanted to share it with you guys because we share everything. Also i'm sure like me you have been watching Alana's coffee house videos (thanks Alana!) just to hear everyone's voice. So this might help. here is the link it is the first of four:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0qUT7OSpB4&feature=channel
I MISS YOU ALL LOADS AND ALL I WANT IS TO BE BACK IN MAINE CUDDLING WITH EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!
Much Love,
Corey
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Snowdays
So I've pretty much been avoiding going to school as much as possible since I got back, but alas, third quarter has arrived and it is now mandatory to attend. . .
Today, throwing on the dreaded dress code of, navy prospect hill polo and khaki pants, were the least of my problems, as we were scheduled to receive 15-20 inches of snow. Literally, it's gotten to the point where I've almost begging the school to not cancel, since there was word that they might take away our April break if we missed another day. However school was not canceled yet, they were willing to give it a shot for now. So our class trekked through the snow that was furiously falling to make our way to the gym. (Honestly, I doubted that we would all make it there in one piece). And within the first hour of school they sent a message to parents, asking them to pretty please pick up their children asap. Lovely. So there goes my April break. *sigh*
Anyhow, I miss each and every one of you. Things continuously set me off and I just get flooded with memories. Today, in my short hour of school, I was walking the hall and heard someone say "Guysssss" and thought it was Charlotte, no joke. It's just the little things like that that make me realize more and more how much I miss you guys.
I love all of you, and hope all of you are doing well!!!
Alana :)
Today, throwing on the dreaded dress code of, navy prospect hill polo and khaki pants, were the least of my problems, as we were scheduled to receive 15-20 inches of snow. Literally, it's gotten to the point where I've almost begging the school to not cancel, since there was word that they might take away our April break if we missed another day. However school was not canceled yet, they were willing to give it a shot for now. So our class trekked through the snow that was furiously falling to make our way to the gym. (Honestly, I doubted that we would all make it there in one piece). And within the first hour of school they sent a message to parents, asking them to pretty please pick up their children asap. Lovely. So there goes my April break. *sigh*
Anyhow, I miss each and every one of you. Things continuously set me off and I just get flooded with memories. Today, in my short hour of school, I was walking the hall and heard someone say "Guysssss" and thought it was Charlotte, no joke. It's just the little things like that that make me realize more and more how much I miss you guys.
I love all of you, and hope all of you are doing well!!!
Alana :)
Ruth & Abby's western.....
Narrator: Our story begins in the dry dusty plains of the Texas panhandle in 1921. The wild wild west was in full swing and homesteads dotted the land where small organic cattle ranches eked out a living among the sage brush and cryptobiotic soil. However, a great spurge was wasting the land – vast oil deposits had recently been discovered in Texas. The oil boom quickly turned into a feeding frenzy of human sharks: scores of speculators, backed by wealthy oil tycoons roamed the land, scamming innocent farmers out of their house and home. These were the days when a good man or wommon’s land and honor meant everything to them. Days when a handshake and a name really meant something.
Day breaks on the plains and two lonely silhouettes move across the reddening horizon – two women on horseback. These travelers are weary, but their faces are set. They are on a mission of vengeance.
Lola: “Clementine, my pony Harold and I are really THURSTON! We need to get some water. We ain’t never goin’ find that son of a gun who stole pappy’s local organic family farm if we don’t survive the day!”
Clementine: “Weeeell, Lola. I can’t even stand to think of that. I think I see some sorta oasis there over past that there HEMPHILL. We KAHN cool our heels at that waterin hole, but not for long. We got a long ride ahead of us yet, don’t we Maude?”
Clementine pats her trusty stead
Narrator: The two cowgirls sidled up to a little pool of shimmering water all strewn about with LILY pads. A small adobe building sat at the far end of the pond. Clementine and Lola swung down from their saddles. Maude whinnied and bucked.
Clementine: “Whoa there girl! Maude is actin’ real edgy. I’m gonna WALK ‘ER ‘round the other side and check out this hut before we get too comfortable”.
Narrator: But just as Clementine moved toward the hut, a wizened old man emerged. He hobbled towards the cowgirls.
Claude: “Howdy! Drink up, you two look parched!”
Claude draws closer and sees their faces
Claude: “A HO! I recognize you! You them two girls they been talkin’ bout up at the saloon. You wanna tell me why your pictures are on the sheriff’s wall?”
All of a sudden, a fluffy white dog shot out of the hut, makin a racket if I ever heard one.
Claude: “SHULTZ up, you ol’ BARKER! Why I outta!”
Narrator: The old man took out a whistle and blew a brief tune. The pup immediately retreated to sit at his master’s heels.
Claude: “Sorry bout that, I don’t mean to frighten ya. That thar was my dog Micheal Jackon, and my name’s Claude, son of Jeremy, who was NATHANSON, who was JOHNSON, who was JA’s SON. He was from POLAND. My Great Great Grandmammy was from HOLLAND. The other side of my family is Comanche Native American. I like to give people a solid understanding of my background.”
Lola: “Hmm. I’m Lola and this here is my sister Clementine.”
Claude: “Well, why don’t we all just have a sit down by the pond and you can tell me all about it. I ain’t gonna bite.”
Narrator: The three sat down AT WATER side in wary silence.
Clementine: “Well, it all started long ago when we was just little babes. Our ol’ pappy, why he was a good LUTHERin man. He never did anyone no harm. We was raised proper, growin organic vegetables and beef on our small, family farm. Until one day, A DAM prospector came a SNIFFEN ‘round our property, tryin to make a BEAL, I mean a deal, with us. He ended up robbin us blind and stole our land for oil drillin’! Our poor pappy never recovered, he just felt so awful for the environment. Two months later he up an’ died of a broken heart.”
Lola: “I been prayin to ST JEAN ever since that we would one day wreak our vengeance upon the man that been the cause of poor pappy’s sufferin. Anyhoo, the prospector got wind that we were after ‘im, and he’s had every sheriff from here to JORDAN put up a warrant for our arrest. ANN, A, that’s ‘bout it.”
Claude: “My my, what a tale. Well, I tell ya, it rings true. ‘Ain’t that much diffeClaudet from what happened to the land of my ancestors a couple miles yonder. Soon’s the oil prospectors came a ‘round, the rights of the REZ VANIshed under the pressure to the man who swindled her land from ‘er is still in town!”
Clementine: “My FOOT! ER, you don’t suppose it could be the same man, could it? The only thing we know about the man we’re lookin’ for is his favorite color.”
Claude: “Well I am sure of it. Ain’t no speculator as evil as that man. Goes by the name Pietro, and he’s fixin to set up an oil rig on my sister’s property within the fortnight!”
Lola: “We’ve got to stop him! I want to RUSH on up to town right now!
Claude: “Hold yer horses there Lola, it’s getting late! Why don’t you two bunk down here tonight and we’ll discuss our plans. Pietro goes to the local saloon every noontime for a cold one, so we’re sure to find him there tomorrow. In the mean time, AR THUR any takers for some S’mores?”
Narrator: The three whispered into the wee hours of the night, planning their vengeance ‘round a little fire by the pond.
In the morning, the girls rose from their sleeping pads, stiff and cold, but ready for action. Claude came out of the house with a platter of muffins and a steaming pitcher.
Claude: “Good DAI! BER! It sure is a chilly one, ain’t it?”
Lola: “S’all right, this cowperson coffee is PERKINS us right up.”
Narrator: The three wolfed their breakfast and before you could say “ALEXANDER-OZINSKAS”, they had hopped on their steeds and set out for town in search of Pietro. They rode through canyons and brush, hills and dales. They were rounding a bend, when all of a sudden….a STAMMEL of steers came a roarin ‘round the bend, headed straight at the trio of friends!
Lola: “Jeezum Crow, they must have escaped from an abandoned ranch and now they’re gonna trample us!”
Clementine: “Oy! We gotta run these OX HOME!”
Claude: “Don’t worry, I got it!”
Narrator: With that, Claude pulled out his whistle and began to play. The wild cattle immediately slowed, trotted to a standstill a few feet from the three, and stared adoringly at Claude.
Claude: “Heh, there! They used to call me the Pied Piper of Hamlin back in the day, you know.”
Lola: “Wow, how’d you make that thar whistle?”
Claude: “You WHITTLE, SEY?
Narrator: The three started off towards town again, cattle herd in tow. They finally arrived on the outskirts of town at five to noon. They hitched their horses up to the post outside of the saloon and pushed through the swinging doors, ready for a fight.
Clementine: “Ouch! My TAO!”
Lola: “What’s wrong with your FOOT? ER, you got a pebble in your shoe?”
Clementine: “NO, AH STONE.”
Claude: “Hush up you two, we got work to do! Well, let’s see here… there’s GRIGGSBY ‘n ROCCA, the blackSMITHs, sittin at the saloon…
Lola: “And which one is Pietro?”
Claude: “That BALD WIN, o’er there, drinkin’ the MILLER!”
Narrator: Clementine strode straight up to the well-dressed gentleman.
Clementine: “Sir, what is your favorite color?
Pietro: “RED, MAN, what’s to you?”
Clementine advances slowly, her rusty knife aimed straight at Pietro’s heart.
Clementine: “Sir, my name is Clementine Montoyo. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
Narrator: But Lola took a more active approach.
Lola: “DI PIETRO!”
Narrator: She screamed, AN DREWS her pistol, opening fire on the whole dern saloon. Pietro jumped up from his stool and over the bar counter, narrowly avoiding the zinging bullets. Lola’s pistol quickly ran out of ammo.
Clementine was startled by this sudden commotion, and wasn’t immediately ready to join the frey, but Claude WAS, NY CHUCKed a stink bomb behind the counter to flush Pietro out. Pietro emerged from the smoke with his hands up, looking frightened but resigned.
Pietro: “You two sure are the craziest broods in the WEST! Don’t you know that violence is never the answer? How’d you find me anyhow?”
Clementine: “We followed your scent, that’s how!”
Pietro: “What? I DEANE-KRANTZ my pants if that’s what you’re thinking!”
Clementine: “No, no, the smell of dirty money! You stole my pappy’s land and we’re out for vengeance.”
Pietro: “I ain’t done nothing you wouldn’t do in my place. I needed some financial AID, AN ain’t no other way I could think to do it!”
Lola: “But you’re contributing to climate change when you burn oil! The problem is that dang TAR! DIFfent things can make just as much money, don’t you know?! Like Solar Panel Purchase Agreements, or wind energy! You can make loads of money and help people be more GENTILE on the environment too!”
Pietro: “OOOOHHH. That’s incredible. Why, I remember when I was a lad, Mr. ROGERs would sing about things like that. That was a good time in my life. I am beginning to see your point… You know, I feel terrible about what I’ve done. Besides, IR, WIN you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em! My oil drillin days have come to an end, I’m movin to the city to start a renewable energy company. I hereby grant you ownership of your family lands.”
Lola, Clementine and Claude: “Yeee Haaaww!
Narrator: At that moment, a dark bird darted through a window, landed on a rafter, and krantzed on Claude’s hat.
Claude: “Egad! What in tarnashun is that?!”
Clementine: “Why that’s a blaC LARK, it’s an omen of ecological harmony!’
Lola: “Well, it SEMMES to me that our work here is done.”
Claude: “ME GHAN go down to the Reservation and tell my sister what happened!”
Clementine: “ME GAN go back to claim our family land!”
Lola: “Yeah, we have to get our lives in order. I’ll run the organic ranch co-op with the cattle we gathered, if you two go back to school and learn some grammar!”
Pietro: “Well, the CAB OT to come pick me up any minute to head into the city, but first we should make a toast!”
Claude: “Everyone, gather ‘round, AND REAS your glasses. To sustainability and SEMESTER 45!!!”
Day breaks on the plains and two lonely silhouettes move across the reddening horizon – two women on horseback. These travelers are weary, but their faces are set. They are on a mission of vengeance.
Lola: “Clementine, my pony Harold and I are really THURSTON! We need to get some water. We ain’t never goin’ find that son of a gun who stole pappy’s local organic family farm if we don’t survive the day!”
Clementine: “Weeeell, Lola. I can’t even stand to think of that. I think I see some sorta oasis there over past that there HEMPHILL. We KAHN cool our heels at that waterin hole, but not for long. We got a long ride ahead of us yet, don’t we Maude?”
Clementine pats her trusty stead
Narrator: The two cowgirls sidled up to a little pool of shimmering water all strewn about with LILY pads. A small adobe building sat at the far end of the pond. Clementine and Lola swung down from their saddles. Maude whinnied and bucked.
Clementine: “Whoa there girl! Maude is actin’ real edgy. I’m gonna WALK ‘ER ‘round the other side and check out this hut before we get too comfortable”.
Narrator: But just as Clementine moved toward the hut, a wizened old man emerged. He hobbled towards the cowgirls.
Claude: “Howdy! Drink up, you two look parched!”
Claude draws closer and sees their faces
Claude: “A HO! I recognize you! You them two girls they been talkin’ bout up at the saloon. You wanna tell me why your pictures are on the sheriff’s wall?”
All of a sudden, a fluffy white dog shot out of the hut, makin a racket if I ever heard one.
Claude: “SHULTZ up, you ol’ BARKER! Why I outta!”
Narrator: The old man took out a whistle and blew a brief tune. The pup immediately retreated to sit at his master’s heels.
Claude: “Sorry bout that, I don’t mean to frighten ya. That thar was my dog Micheal Jackon, and my name’s Claude, son of Jeremy, who was NATHANSON, who was JOHNSON, who was JA’s SON. He was from POLAND. My Great Great Grandmammy was from HOLLAND. The other side of my family is Comanche Native American. I like to give people a solid understanding of my background.”
Lola: “Hmm. I’m Lola and this here is my sister Clementine.”
Claude: “Well, why don’t we all just have a sit down by the pond and you can tell me all about it. I ain’t gonna bite.”
Narrator: The three sat down AT WATER side in wary silence.
Clementine: “Well, it all started long ago when we was just little babes. Our ol’ pappy, why he was a good LUTHERin man. He never did anyone no harm. We was raised proper, growin organic vegetables and beef on our small, family farm. Until one day, A DAM prospector came a SNIFFEN ‘round our property, tryin to make a BEAL, I mean a deal, with us. He ended up robbin us blind and stole our land for oil drillin’! Our poor pappy never recovered, he just felt so awful for the environment. Two months later he up an’ died of a broken heart.”
Lola: “I been prayin to ST JEAN ever since that we would one day wreak our vengeance upon the man that been the cause of poor pappy’s sufferin. Anyhoo, the prospector got wind that we were after ‘im, and he’s had every sheriff from here to JORDAN put up a warrant for our arrest. ANN, A, that’s ‘bout it.”
Claude: “My my, what a tale. Well, I tell ya, it rings true. ‘Ain’t that much diffeClaudet from what happened to the land of my ancestors a couple miles yonder. Soon’s the oil prospectors came a ‘round, the rights of the REZ VANIshed under the pressure to the man who swindled her land from ‘er is still in town!”
Clementine: “My FOOT! ER, you don’t suppose it could be the same man, could it? The only thing we know about the man we’re lookin’ for is his favorite color.”
Claude: “Well I am sure of it. Ain’t no speculator as evil as that man. Goes by the name Pietro, and he’s fixin to set up an oil rig on my sister’s property within the fortnight!”
Lola: “We’ve got to stop him! I want to RUSH on up to town right now!
Claude: “Hold yer horses there Lola, it’s getting late! Why don’t you two bunk down here tonight and we’ll discuss our plans. Pietro goes to the local saloon every noontime for a cold one, so we’re sure to find him there tomorrow. In the mean time, AR THUR any takers for some S’mores?”
Narrator: The three whispered into the wee hours of the night, planning their vengeance ‘round a little fire by the pond.
In the morning, the girls rose from their sleeping pads, stiff and cold, but ready for action. Claude came out of the house with a platter of muffins and a steaming pitcher.
Claude: “Good DAI! BER! It sure is a chilly one, ain’t it?”
Lola: “S’all right, this cowperson coffee is PERKINS us right up.”
Narrator: The three wolfed their breakfast and before you could say “ALEXANDER-OZINSKAS”, they had hopped on their steeds and set out for town in search of Pietro. They rode through canyons and brush, hills and dales. They were rounding a bend, when all of a sudden….a STAMMEL of steers came a roarin ‘round the bend, headed straight at the trio of friends!
Lola: “Jeezum Crow, they must have escaped from an abandoned ranch and now they’re gonna trample us!”
Clementine: “Oy! We gotta run these OX HOME!”
Claude: “Don’t worry, I got it!”
Narrator: With that, Claude pulled out his whistle and began to play. The wild cattle immediately slowed, trotted to a standstill a few feet from the three, and stared adoringly at Claude.
Claude: “Heh, there! They used to call me the Pied Piper of Hamlin back in the day, you know.”
Lola: “Wow, how’d you make that thar whistle?”
Claude: “You WHITTLE, SEY?
Narrator: The three started off towards town again, cattle herd in tow. They finally arrived on the outskirts of town at five to noon. They hitched their horses up to the post outside of the saloon and pushed through the swinging doors, ready for a fight.
Clementine: “Ouch! My TAO!”
Lola: “What’s wrong with your FOOT? ER, you got a pebble in your shoe?”
Clementine: “NO, AH STONE.”
Claude: “Hush up you two, we got work to do! Well, let’s see here… there’s GRIGGSBY ‘n ROCCA, the blackSMITHs, sittin at the saloon…
Lola: “And which one is Pietro?”
Claude: “That BALD WIN, o’er there, drinkin’ the MILLER!”
Narrator: Clementine strode straight up to the well-dressed gentleman.
Clementine: “Sir, what is your favorite color?
Pietro: “RED, MAN, what’s to you?”
Clementine advances slowly, her rusty knife aimed straight at Pietro’s heart.
Clementine: “Sir, my name is Clementine Montoyo. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
Narrator: But Lola took a more active approach.
Lola: “DI PIETRO!”
Narrator: She screamed, AN DREWS her pistol, opening fire on the whole dern saloon. Pietro jumped up from his stool and over the bar counter, narrowly avoiding the zinging bullets. Lola’s pistol quickly ran out of ammo.
Clementine was startled by this sudden commotion, and wasn’t immediately ready to join the frey, but Claude WAS, NY CHUCKed a stink bomb behind the counter to flush Pietro out. Pietro emerged from the smoke with his hands up, looking frightened but resigned.
Pietro: “You two sure are the craziest broods in the WEST! Don’t you know that violence is never the answer? How’d you find me anyhow?”
Clementine: “We followed your scent, that’s how!”
Pietro: “What? I DEANE-KRANTZ my pants if that’s what you’re thinking!”
Clementine: “No, no, the smell of dirty money! You stole my pappy’s land and we’re out for vengeance.”
Pietro: “I ain’t done nothing you wouldn’t do in my place. I needed some financial AID, AN ain’t no other way I could think to do it!”
Lola: “But you’re contributing to climate change when you burn oil! The problem is that dang TAR! DIFfent things can make just as much money, don’t you know?! Like Solar Panel Purchase Agreements, or wind energy! You can make loads of money and help people be more GENTILE on the environment too!”
Pietro: “OOOOHHH. That’s incredible. Why, I remember when I was a lad, Mr. ROGERs would sing about things like that. That was a good time in my life. I am beginning to see your point… You know, I feel terrible about what I’ve done. Besides, IR, WIN you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em! My oil drillin days have come to an end, I’m movin to the city to start a renewable energy company. I hereby grant you ownership of your family lands.”
Lola, Clementine and Claude: “Yeee Haaaww!
Narrator: At that moment, a dark bird darted through a window, landed on a rafter, and krantzed on Claude’s hat.
Claude: “Egad! What in tarnashun is that?!”
Clementine: “Why that’s a blaC LARK, it’s an omen of ecological harmony!’
Lola: “Well, it SEMMES to me that our work here is done.”
Claude: “ME GHAN go down to the Reservation and tell my sister what happened!”
Clementine: “ME GAN go back to claim our family land!”
Lola: “Yeah, we have to get our lives in order. I’ll run the organic ranch co-op with the cattle we gathered, if you two go back to school and learn some grammar!”
Pietro: “Well, the CAB OT to come pick me up any minute to head into the city, but first we should make a toast!”
Claude: “Everyone, gather ‘round, AND REAS your glasses. To sustainability and SEMESTER 45!!!”
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